Thursday, November 26, 2009

President Calls for Fascist Theocracy

Charles the Queeg Johnson is right! This president doesn't even pretend to respect the Wall of Separation established for us by the modern Supreme Court:

I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.

And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

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And I'm especially grateful for medical science, without which neither he nor I would be here. So let's pray for the failure of our current President's profoundly irrational and destructive determination to socialize and thereby ruin the best health care in the world:

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"And I'm especially grateful for medical science, without which neither he nor I would be here. So let's pray for the failure of our current President's profoundly irrational and destructive determination to socialize and thereby ruin the best health care in the world"

Special thanks for Mrs. G., our warriors and the liberty they fight to preserve, microbreweries, Martin Logan Speakers, James Brown and all the other giants of Cosmic American Music, Frithjof Schuon, Valentin Tomberg and all other preservers of the Vertical Tradition, Dennis Prager, and my readers, without whom my writing would be impossible.

One thing I'd dearly love to see, and it might signal much more to follow... I'd dearly love to see a President with the balls to accept the Turkey, kill it, cook it, and serve it up for the Thanksgiving Day Feast.

Will said "Now please honor the turkey's cosmic sentiments and go gnaw on a turkey leg."

I appreciate the thought Will. More than you can imagine.

It's 10:23... pm... and we... still... no... eatem... turkey.

The [insert loOong blue streak of profanity here] computer age stove [repeat] broke somewhere in the midst of cooking the turkey. A computer module. In a stove. WTF!!! Who was the [repeat with emphasis] moron who saw their computer bluescreen on a regular basis, and said "Yeah! We should put that in charge of the stove!"

No possibility of tinkering, no valve to tap, wiggle, adjust, just 'blink-blink-blink'

argh.

Probably broke early on.

Reeeealy early on.

We've got the [repeat again] bird out in the barbecue with the lid down, hoping it'll cook... looks promising... but OMG... we're all so [repeat and repeat again] hungry.

I will certainly be thankful for dinner when it comes.

Right now I'm thankful for Scotch.

I'm also thankful that in our lives, it's possible that having dinner delayed can seem like such a huge problem.

Had thanksgiving with beloved (but generally lefty friends). I guess I keep thinking they would realize how ungrateful it is to complain about abundantly we live (funny just how much those who never lived through a food shortage can complain).

So I want to say what here might be obvious but is out of bounds in lefty circles:

I am thankful for this great country that figured out how to unleash humankind's great creative potential for abundance.

I, too, am thankful for our staggeringly amazing Cosmo-American musical tradition. Particularly the deep ocean explored by our great lineage of improvisers. Lately the infinite music of Miles Davis is topping my personal list of inspiration.

I am thankful that though we all have the freedom to live falsely (within limits), that more importantly we have the great opportunity to do and know what is True, Good and Beautiful.

I am thankful for the insights that I have received here at one cosmos. I am thankful for the glimpses into the infinite depths of O that I have experienced here. And though I usually don't say much, and I am probably not one of the more incisive commenters,I am glad to be part of the conversation.

What About Bob?

Who spirals down the celestial firepole on wings of slack, seizes the wheel of the cosmic bus, and embarks upin a bewilderness adventure of higher nondoodling? Who, haloed be his gnome, loiters on the threshold of the transdimensional doorway, looking for handouts from Petey? Who, with his doppelgägster and testy snideprick, Cousin Dupree, wields the pliers and blowtorch of fine insultainment for the ridicure of assouls? Who is the gentleman loaffeur who yoinks the sword from the stoned philosopher and shoves it in the breadbasket of metaphysical ignorance and tenure? Whose New Testavus for the Restavus blows the locked doors of the empyrean off their rusty old hinges and sheds a beam of intense darkness on the world enigma? Who is the Biggest Fakir of the Vertical Church of God Knows What, channeling the roaring torrent of 〇 into the feeble stream of cyberspace? Who is the masked pandit who lobs the first water balloon out the motel window at the annual Raccoon convention? Who is your nonlocal partner in disorganized crimethink? Shut your mouth! But I'm talkin' about bʘb! Then we can dig it!

Goround ZerO:

The Cosmic Area Rug:

The empty center is Beyond-Being. The circles are dimensions of Being. Your life is a path for the Spirit to pass from periphery to center. Thoughts and choices -- truth and virtue -- are the paving stones.

Only Error is Transmitted:

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Late last night, in search of light, I watched a ball of fire streak across the midnight sky. I watched it glow, then grow, then shrink, then sink into the silhouette of morning. As I watched it die, I said, ‘Hey, I’ve got a lot in common with that light.’ That’s right. I’m alive with the fire of my life, which streaks across my span of time and is seen by those who lift their eyes in search of light to help them though the long, dark night. --Nilsson

We see that yesterday is our birthday, today is our life, and tomorrow we are gone. So we have just one day to learn all we need to know, and that day is today. --Petey